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allthelivesofme November 12 2013, 00:13:33 UTC
The spark fizzled again and suddenly a light bulb went off. It was a rotten tactic to pull, but in desperate times… “That’s right,” I said heavily, with forced regret. “See, Marian, I just… I can’t be with a woman. Not in a way that would make her happy. When you’re like me, you heal from just about everything. But if you were already… damaged… before, well, there’s just no help for you…”

I AM DYING

The real reason I wanted access to the bathroom first was to hide my razor blades. Nora seemed much recovered, more like what she must be on an average day, and I wasn’t too worried that she’d fling herself out of my window. But I hadn’t survived this long without taking every precaution, and being a detective makes you a naturally suspicious bastard. Better to remove any temptation she might find, just in case.

...ilu

I wanted to lay a supportive hand on her shoulder but I hesitated; I didn’t want to overstep a boundary. Too many men had already touched her without permission. I refused to add my name to the list.

ILU SO MUCH

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missnyah December 11 2013, 05:06:28 UTC
I'll admit it's taken me longer to warm up to War than Vergil but then BAM, can't wait to read more.

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